“But tak ye tent to yere sels! that yere hearts be‐na owercome wiʼ debauch and druckenness, and fash aboot this life, and that day come on ye aʼ at ance, as a snare.
“And thir that fell amang the thorns, are they that hear; and as they gang on their way, are smoorʼd wiʼ cark and care, and the gear and the joys oʼ this life, and bring nae frute to the ripenin.
Lat yere life no be iʼ the way oʼ loeʼin siller; bein content wiʼ what ye hae; for he has said, “In naegate wull I leaʼ ye! Na, in naegate wull I forsake ye!”
And in their menseless greed, wiʼ twafauld words, wull they mak trokin‐ware oʼ ye: whase condemnation oʼ auld days isna gane‐by, and their destruction sleeps‐na.